"Aurek?!"
Henry froze when he heard the name.
Then, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, he let out a few short, mocking snorts through his nose.
"Heh… that far-off city of Eryndor, which has nothing to do with us, actually wants to stick its nose in here?"
He chuckled and shook his head. "Well, that's… unexpected."
There was no way he believed these uninvited guests had come with friendly intentions.
At this point, Revor Province was no longer under the effective control of the Empire.
For years, the Emperor had ignored this land entirely—so his sudden decision to send envoys now was, to Henry, utterly laughable.
One of his officials spoke cautiously.
"My lord, shall we find an excuse to leave them hanging at the inn?"
Henry waved his hand dismissively, his tone filled with scorn.
"Just tell them I'm busy with important matters, no time to receive guests. That'll do."
A calm but cutting voice drifted in from outside the Governor's Mansion gate.
